My legs are evil.
Seriously, they must be. Or else my cat’s insane.
She’s taken to pouncing on them every time I walk past her. She’ll follow me down the hallway, jumping along beside me, trying to pounce on my calves. It’s even funnier when she “hides” behind the couch, and we come down the hallway. She’ll start to pounce, and realize we see her, and stop. She seriously ends up frozen mid-pounce, and all I can picture is…
